First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any times soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different to how my last stories flow.

Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.

Thirdly, there is 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two out takes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile so I should be able to update daily. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.

Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in the matter of days.

JPOV

Getting a call form Peter last night was not what I was waiting for. It had been a month since Emmett and I had gone to Forks Washington to find Bella, only to find that she didn't live there anymore. I was getting more and more desperate for information from James about where in Texas she was. So when the phone rang and showed his name on the caller ID I wasn't that enthused when I answered;

"Hey Peter, what's up?" The snort on the end of the phone should have told me he was in a good mood, and I was close to breaking it.

"There's the love for ya. What the hell are you doing tomorrow night?" his voice was a little off, and after living with him and Char for a while I knew that he was a little punch drunk or; well you get the idea. God I hoped it was the first one.

"Not much; I got work in the morning but nothing afterwards. Why what you got planned?" I needed something to get my mind of Bella, and work was definitely not bringing a distraction for me. I had already had to turn down 3 women from the gym where Emmett and I have been working as security for the last couple of weeks. Great looking women and everything, but somehow Bella had changed me to be a one-woman kinda guy; even if that woman wasn't in my life anymore.

"Good fucker, get your ass over here. We're having a cookout Whitlock style with family and friends. And Char thinks I should get your sorry excuse of an ass here too." Yeah Peter had a little too much to drink. Char would kick his ass if this was what he was normally like.

After agreeing to the cookout I waited until Emmett and Rose came home from dinner with their friends. One of the women that she worked with was having some family drama but apparently worked it out and was now getting herself back together. Yeah I paid attention; Rose was the type of woman that made sure that you understood what was going on.

"Hey Jazz, you missed out on a great night out. Jake and his dad were funny as hell. Telling us stories about Bell and everything that she got up to growing up. It was classic." Obviously, Emm and Jake hit it off. And Emm had a few drinks too.

Poor Rose it would mean that he'd have a nasty hangover to deal with in the morning; and by the looks she was giving him she knew it too.

"Dude what you up to tomorrow? You gotta meet this guy." He continued as if he hadn't stopped for a break.

"No can do. I got work tomorrow and then a family cookout. Sounds like you had a great night though." With a quick kiss to Rose and a helping hand to Emm to get his big ass to bed I made my way back to my room.

"I wish you guys would find his angel already. He looks like he needs some good right now." I heard Rose telling Emmett; and I couldn't agree more with her. I wish we could find my angel, my Bella soon too.

Sleep was everything that it had been for these past five months, dreams of Bella. Marrying her, her having our children, growing old with her; everything that I could ever want and need with her. It was these dreams that helped me make it through the next 10 hours at work. Damn Alec had decided to call in sick. I knew he wasn't sick he'd gone out last night. I know because he wanted me to be his wing man. So now not only did I have to do my own 5 hour shift but cover his ass too.

It was killing me, especially when the receptionist wouldn't stop staring at my ass or my crutch. I was never so thankful that my shift was over. I headed for the staff bathrooms and quickly showered and changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt and headed for the door with a quick goodbye to everyone. I still had Peter's truck; asshole hadn't asked for it back yet, and I liked this one… reminds me of Bella's red beast. The drive over wasn't that bad, traffic was pretty much gone. Peter was out front when I pulled up to the curve. There were a few cars there, so I didn't really pay much attention to any except the one that Peter was puling things out of the boot.

"See this is brotherly love, greeting me at the drive. How the hell are you Pete?" I called before shaking his hand.

"Hey little bro, help me with this. I gotta take it inside and set it up." He handed me what looked like a little mattress and some bits of wood. What the hell, as far as I knew Char wasn't expecting. Then it hit me, the mysterious Little B that had moved in when I moved out.

We headed into a room where it looked like a baby bomb had exploded, bags and bags of clothes and everything else baby related was scattered all over the room.

"Char can you come in here for a minute; we can't make our way through the baby maze." Peter called out, good thing too. I didn't want to stand on anything that would get my ass kicked by a pregnant woman. It took Char about 5 minutes to put all the bags on the bed, sorted to baby stuff and momma stuff. It looks like babies and momma's need more crap than I thought ever necessary.

"Don't give me that look Jazz. Seven women shopping together it was gonna happen. And she wouldn't have gotten everything until the last minute otherwise. Over there but not too close to the window. Safety first for the peanut; and this way she won't have to move it later" Char directed us, as we heard the bathroom door open and the sweetest voice that I had ever heard came through.

"Pete, you didn't have to do that. It could have waited for tomorrow or some other time. We still have around four months till peanut is here." I couldn't help the overwhelming thought of my Bella when she said that, or the soft laugh that I tried to hide as I continued, trying to cover it up

"She's not really worried is she?"

As Peter introduced me to the mysterious little B I turned around and I was stunned. It was her. Bella. Peter had been living here with her all this time and hadn't told me. Those endless brown eyes, that same long chocolate brown hair, perfect kissable lips. She was perfect, just as I remembered her. Well almost like I remembered her, the bump that was covered by the beautiful white dress was new, but it made her even more angelic. I couldn't tale my eyes off her.

"Cowboy" she whispered gently that if I wasn't paying attention to her I was sure I wouldn't have heard it. But as I watched her slowly sink to the ground as Char did her best to catch her; my heart went with her. I swore; something I did not do when I knew my parents could be around, momma would hit hard when she heard me or Pete talk like that.

"EDWARD, ALICE. ANYONE. GET IN HERE NOW." Charlotte yelled at the top of her lungs.

It was a few seconds later that two men and a small woman entered the room, looking at the scene before them.

"What happened?" the blond man, I'd have to say he was the younger man's father; they looked similar in a sense, but different. You could see the mix of him and another in the guy.

"I don't know. She just finished in the bathroom. She seemed fine, but all of a sudden she passed out on us. Is she going to be okay?" Charlotte's frantic voice brings me out of my self-induced Bella coma.

"You two out sorry but I don' think she would want her brother and someone she doesn't know in here while we give her a checkup. Peanut is going to be her first priority when she comes to." The young woman, I'm assuming to be Alice informs us.

I'm in way too much shock to even consider fighting Pete's arms as he pulls me out of the room. Less than two steps out and a rumbling of feet can be heard making their way towards us.

"Brace yourself. Everyone is fiercely protective of her." Peter mumbles to me as everyone makes their way towards us.

"What happened Peter? Where are Bella and Char?" an older woman who looks like Bella, except her eyes are a beep blue color, and her hair is more red than brown.

Peter usherd everyone back so it's not as noisy in the hall and the three in the room can check Bella and peanut over. Whatever peanut is. Slowly everyone takes their seats. It's not until its quiet that I take a look at who is here. That extremely tall guy from Bella's old home and another Native American who is again similar in appearance, except he's in a wheelchair. An older man with salt and pepper air, what isn't greying is a dark brown, with brown eyes. He looks like he's in his early 50's and is standing with the woman that I'm assuming is Bella's mother, and another woman who 's caramel brown hair is similar to the young guy in the room. She's smaller than most of the women in the room. It's the last couple that gets most of my attention.

"Emmett, Rose? What are you two doing here at my brother's place?" I asked, and bringing the attention to myself.

"Your brothers; Peter here is your brother? Should have guessed with how similar you are in attitude, but looks like this one behaves himself." Emmett's smart ass response gaining a backhand from Rose.

"Hey I know you; you came looking for Bella last month." The very large guy at the back of the group speaks up. I was waiting for him to figure it out, but what is he doing here? Man this is confusing, what the hell is going on right now?

"Can we get back to that later what is going on with my daughter?" the older man with the salt and pepper hair. Well at least I was correct about who he was.

"I don't know what's going on yet. One minute she was fine, even going so far as to tell us to not set up the bassinet, the next thing she's passing out in Char's arms mumbling something." Peter answered him.

"Cowboy." I finished; but as a result gaining some very uncharacteristic looks from the women in the room.

"What did you say?" Momma cornered me, well verbally at least.

"Cowboy. That's what she said before she passed out." I answered wondering why it was so important and why Bella was looking at me when she said it.

To make everything even more confusing Rose, Momma, and the other two ladies got up and left heading for the bedroom.

"Does anyone want to try and explain what the hell is going on?" Bella's father nearly explodes. I don't blame him.

"Sorry right. First let me introduce you to my brother. Jasper this is Bella's father Charlie, her best friend from home Jake and his father Billy. The older blond doctor in the room..." Peter started to introduce everyone until the blond doctor and the other young man came into the room

"You mean the one that just got kicked out of the room by all those ladies?" he responded causing a few of the guys standing to laugh; mainly Emmett and the Jake guy.

"Anyway, this is Dr. Cullen and his son Edward. It seems you know Emmett and his wife Rose. Now the lady with the red-ish hair is Bella's mom Renee, and the other lady is Edward mother Esme. Finally the short fairy is Edward's girlfriend Alice. This guy's is my brother and a pain in the butt as well." That was too many names and not enough time to process.

"Charlie, Bella is fine. It seems she just had a little scare or something. She wouldn't go into details." Slowly everyone started to talk and get comfortable, as we heard some gentle laughter coming from the room. I got Peter's attention and motioned for him to follow me into the back yard.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that your Little B was my Bella? I've been searching for her for months." I hissed, I was pissed. You would be too.

"What the hell are you going on about? You never mentioned anyone called Bella. The only person you've been going on about for the last few months was the angel... oh shit. What are you gonna do?" Ding ding ding we have a winner here people.

Peter finally caught up to everything that's going on right now and slumps back in one of the chairs sitting on the patio.

"What are you going to do Jazz" Emmett's voice came from behind making both of us jump.

Asshole.

Running my fingers through my hair I had to think. Obviously I needed to talk to her. But she's pregnant. I don't want to do anything to bring harm to her or her baby. But before I could think or answer them a call from the hall brought us all out of our thoughts.

"Jasper Whitlock you need to come in here." Momma's voice called and you answer that tone.

Making my way back to the room where all the women seemed to have ran off to when they learned of "Cowboy" I knocked on the door. There stood Bella's mother with tears running down her cheeks. Looking around the room it would seem that all the ladies had tears wither running down their faces or were barely holding them.

"Son I think you need to talk to Bella." Momma said as she exited the door giving me a hug as she passed.

Puzzled by some of the reactions the ladies gave me walking out I entered the room. There she was. I wanted to run over to her, kiss her. God just to hold her would have been heaven but she looked scared. Was she scared of me?

"Jasper. It's really you? I'm not dreaming this. Please tell me I'm not dreaming this." Her voice was so low I was afraid I'd scared her.

I couldn't stay there any longer; her pleading tone and eyes brought me to the side of the bed and to take her hand.

"Bella, you have no clue how long I've been searching for you. And all this time you've been living with my brother and his wife." Lifting her hand up to my face, and gently kissing each finger. Relishing in every touch, her smell. Everything that made up Bella.

"Why, why have you been searching for me?" she asked me after a few minutes of just staring at each other.

Was she kidding me? I mean come on. How often do you fall in love with someone.

"I mean, I'm nothing special Jasper. You could have any woman in the world. Why were you looking for me?" she stumbled over the words suddenly looking at her hands, not meeting my eyes anymore.

How do you tell someone that you're in love with them, that you've spent the last five months looking for them? Slowly I stood up and took my wallet out of my back pocket, in there was a symbol of someone out there who could have my everything, all she had to do was ask. I unfolded the little note she left me and placed it on her hands.

"You weren't the only one who fell in love that night Bella." I added. She gazed at the piece of paper for what felt like eternity.

"You kept it? I thought; I thought you would have thrown it away." Again her voice pleaded for understanding.

"Bella, I fell for you the minute I saw you. When you pulled over to give me a lift. That night was amazing, but it's not what I fell in love with. I fell in love with you. I know I don't know you that well, not really at all. But it doesn't change how I fell about you. It never will." I answered her. When she met my eyes again her smile was amazing, she was beautiful.

"I should say congratulations. I hope this won't cause any problems between the father and yourself. May I ask what names have you got picked out?" I asked, remembering that yes she is indeed pregnant.

So somewhere out there is a very lucky man, someone I will be jealous of for the rest of my days. She giggled that sweet giggle that I heard in the truck while she was driving those months ago.

"Thank you and no it won't cause a problem with the father. Well I don't think so anyway. I haven't really picked any names yet, but I can tell you one name if you want to hear it." She spoke, her eyes cautious but the sparkle in them amazing. I nodded my head. I couldn't speak. She was taken and I had just told her that I had fallen in love with her that night. I was an idiot.

"Well up until this afternoon Peanut" –she pointed to her baby bump-"was a Swan. Now he or she is a Whitlock." She whispered.

I, I was, I am the father. I'm going to be a father. I gently placed on hand on her stomach while looking at her face. Slowly, ever so slowly I bent down to kiss her. Before our lips met I whispered

"No, no problems form me." As I gently met her lips I felt at home.